Though not technically the first day of spring, it felt like it here today, as the sun warmed up our yards, plum blossoms dropped, and the leaves opened n the trees. Birds, bees, butterflies were suddenly everywhere.
A song was in the air; spring's song.
Part of that music is baseball, as the Giants' season is barely two weeks away. My youngest son can't wait; he and I watched a recap of last year's magical arc. Could they win a third world series in four years?
Unlikely, but they've got almost all of their players back fro last year's team.
Tomorrow we should find out where my youngest daughter will attend high school.
Tonight the boys are here for the night, watching their TV series "The Walking Dead." I'll drive them to school in the morning before heading to a business lunch in San Jose. Their lunches are packed and ready to go.
The lunches I send with my kids are a family joke -- I almost always put in way too much food of many different types. When I try to figure out why, I think back to my own childhood, and my parents' stories of the Depression, and how they didn't always have enough to eat.
We were raised to eat everything on our plate, and leave nothing to waste. I'm not sure how this translates into my over-stuffing of the kids' lunches or even if it does.
Much of life seems random but every now again a bit of clarity emerges. Recently, in conversations with various friends, I've taken some decisions about how I'm going to proceed with my working life. It's a change of direction, one i will document somewhat here.
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